Tybol

This is a tester/introductions for a possible novel concept… Let me know what you think…

The price of cheese was of great concern to Tybol, in the last few years it had more than doubled in price. Tybol liked cheese, it was a fantastic substance; versatile, elastic and even crumbly. He mulled over it as he walked down the road to the mall. Cheese on top of pasta or pizza, even as cheesecake.

He salvinated slightly, feeling quite greedy from the thoughts. He walked into the mall, crossing first through the covered carpark. The hustle and bustle increased and soon found himself surrounded with an extended throng of people. This was hardly surprising given it was a Saturday.

He thought briefly about the lovely rolling sound of the word ‘throng’, before quickly dismissing it. As he walked along, he found himself behind a slow moving couple, hand in hand and blissfully unaware.

A tad frustrated, he tapped hard with his feet. A gap appeared and he scooted around them, careful not to ram into the girlish characters passing in the other direction.

(And yes it meant to appear corny and a tad retarded.)